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In the world there are only two tragedies. One is not getting what one wants, and the other is getting read more
In the world there are only two tragedies. One is not getting what one wants, and the other is getting it.
The pomps and vanity of this wicked world.
The pomps and vanity of this wicked world.
The world is not growing worse and it is not growing better--it is just turning around as usual.
The world is not growing worse and it is not growing better--it is just turning around as usual.
Fly away, pretty moth, to the shade
Of the leaf where you slumbered all day;
Be content read more
Fly away, pretty moth, to the shade
Of the leaf where you slumbered all day;
Be content with the moon and the stars, pretty moth,
And make use of your wings while you may.
. . . .
But tho' dreams of delight may have dazzled you quite,
They at last found it dangerous play;
Many things in this world that look bright, pretty moth,
Only dazzle to lead us astray.
The earth only has so much bounty to offer and inventing ever larger and more notional prices for that bounty read more
The earth only has so much bounty to offer and inventing ever larger and more notional prices for that bounty does not change its real value.
The world is a dangerous place. Not because of the people who are evil; but because of the people who read more
The world is a dangerous place. Not because of the people who are evil; but because of the people who don't do anything about it.
The wide world is all before us--
But a world without a friend.
The wide world is all before us--
But a world without a friend.
Don't go around saying the world owes you a living; the world owes you nothing; it was here first
Don't go around saying the world owes you a living; the world owes you nothing; it was here first
The severe schools shall never laugh me out of the philosophy of
Hermes, that this visible world is but read more
The severe schools shall never laugh me out of the philosophy of
Hermes, that this visible world is but a picture of the
invisible, wherein as in a portrait, things are not truly, but in
equivocal shapes, and as they counterfeit some real substance in
that invisible fabric.
